Echos >> Newt Scamander

19. You Need A Giver.

Myra watched Dougal pass by her, noting that he was holding Jacob's hand, as she was carefully scooping out the occamy that had been in her pocket, "Here she comes," Newt whispered carefully, talking to the other occamys as she placed the occamy into it's nest.

Tina followed by tentatively placing the baby in it's nest. The blonde turned to her Echo, fishing Pickett out of her other pocket and gently handed him over to Newt.

"You two probably need to talk," she gave the two of them a soft smile, ignoring when the Bowtruckle let out an indignant squeak when Newt held him in the palm of his hand.

Myra walked away to give the two of them some privacy, however, she couldn't help but pick up a few parts of their conversation, "-rather chop off my hand...Pick...give me a smile...that is beneath you..."

The blonde let out a shrill whistle, telling her Ignis loquitur that it was time for dinner again. This time she gave them another piece of chicken, some more vegetables, and half of a dragon fruit. Myra kept the leftover half of one of the two dragon fruit for herself along with a chunk of bread and the leftovers of a stew that she had made a few days prior.

The witch rested her back against the wall as she ate her meal, her dragons scarfing up their own food, "Hey, Newt," Queenie called from around the corner of the house, "Who is she?"

"Ah..." Her Echo hesitated when answering, peaking the blonde's interest, "That's no one."

"Leta Lestrange," Myra assumed that the Legilimens had read his mind to get the information, "I've heard of that family. Aren't they kinda- you know?"

"Please don't read my mind," Her Echo sounded sad, and when she glanced around the corner she could see that his aura had wilted a little bit.

The witch could see that Newt was trying hard to pretend that Queenie wasn't reading his mind, "Sorry, I asked you not to," both anger and embarrassment plagued his voice.

Myra turned back around, feeling terrible for eavesdropping. She quickly finished her meal and sent the dishes into the sink through the open door to her cottage. The blonde walked around the corner tentatively, unsure if Queenie and Newt were done talking.

She rounded the corner, "She was a taker. You need a giver," Queenie was saying, concern lacing her voice.

Myra's face grew hot when Newt's gaze traveled over to her and they locked eyes, "What are you two talking about?" The blonde decided to pretend that she hadn't heard anything when she walked over to the two of them.

"Ah- nothing," her Echo stuttered out at the same time that Queenie replied with, "School."

"School," Newt agreed immediately.

Jacob and Tina walked up from over where they had been watching the different creatures, "Did you say school?" Jacob asked as he put on his jacket, "Is there a school? A wizardry school here? In America?"

"Of course-" Queenie enthuzed, "Ilvermorny! It's only the best wizard school in the whole world!"

"I think you'll find the best wizarding school in the world is Hogwarts!" Newt teased, a small grin on his face.

"Hogwash," Myra grinned, the heat of her face slowly fading.

"What was your house Miss Kegley?" Tina asked her.

"Thunderbird," the blonde stated proudly, "You?"

"I was Thunderbird too," Tina told them.

"Pukwudgie," Queenie pitched in.

"I was a Hufflepuff," her Echo disclosed.

"What're all those words supposed to mean?" Jacob asked, seeming to be confused.

"Each school has four houses that you can be sorted into. Thunderbird house is supposed to represent the soul and a lot of the people coming out of the house ended up being adventurers, so I think you're mostly chosen if you're in touch with your soul or if you're adventurous," Myra clarified in hopes that it would help, "Pukwudgie represents the heart and tends to favor healers," Queenie nodded approvingly at the blonde's explanation of her house.

"Hogwarts goes by traits," Newt explained, "Hufflepuffs are supposed to be dedicated, kind, loyal, and patient."

A giant crack of thunder rang out, halting whatever Jacob was going to say. The five turned toward the thunderbird, who had risen into the air, screeching and flapping its wings vigorously. Its body turned black and gold and its eyes flashed with lightning.

Newt stood up and examined the bird, clearly worried, "Danger," he told them, "He senses danger."

My goodness. I can't believe that Echos is almost to ten thousand reads. As I'm typing this it's been going up from 9.7 thousand. I'd just like to say thank you to all of you wonderful people reading this and thank you for your reads, votes, and comments. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend and I'll see you on Monday with chapter 20.
~ Aria